Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.